Poetry Sunday

Ready to stick a tentative toe into a beautiful poem? Look no further ... 

Your Feet

by Pablo Neruda

When I cannot look at your face

I look at your feet.

Your feet of arched bone,

your hard little feet.

I know that they support you,

and that your gentle weight

rises upon them.

Your waist and your breasts,

the doubled purple 

of your nipples,

the sockets of your eyes

that have just flown away,

your wide fruit mouth

your red tresses,

my little tower.

But I love your feet

only because they walked

upon the earth and upon

the wind and upon the waters,

until they found me.

Have a good day and enjoy the rest of your weekend. More thoughts coming.

Bilbo